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My Little Master	By : TTD Category: > Black Butler (Kuroshitsuji ???) Views: 3213 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-My Little Master
- 1
To Be Honest I don't know where this even came from I just started typing and here it is.... Not betaed

Pain, lots of it.....
A flash of his little master about to be slashed through with an Angel's blade, before a silent darkness....
Murmured voices around him, dull and far away......
So lonely in the darkness......
Where did his little master go?
Where did he go?
“Will he be alright?”
“It is unsure little one, an Angel's blade poisons a fallen one. He could die or....”
No one asked what the “or” was.
How long will he be here alone....
Without his little master....
It's so cold and it hurts.....
It hurts everywhere......
Ciel sat next to the bed watching silently as Sebastian writhed on the bed to a wound that could not be seen or healed. Stroking that little, out of place, piece of fringe from his face and a thumb brushes over a fever flushed cheek. “Sleep Sebastian, Sleep and feel no pain.”
Sweet, sweet glorious relief.....
It was no longer so cold or painful alone.....
Was he still alone?
He does not feel alone anymore....
But.....
He can find noone....
Mey-rin replaces the sheets on the bed with new ones while Bard and Finny help their master bathe Sebastian. “He looks much better today my lord.” Finny smiles andlooks over to Ciel, who's sleeves were rolled up and in his hands was a sponge dabbing the cold water over the brow of his butler.
He does not answer him, doesn't even hear him.
Something different today.....
How he knows it's a new day......
Even he does not know.....
Slightly brighter today.....
He can see himself again.....
He sees his wings.....
They're glowing.....
“My Lord!” The servants rush into the room and pull Ciel along with them down to where Sebastian rests. Upon entering the door they all freeze as Ciel stumbles forward to touch the large soft wings. The White wings.
He touches them.....
So soft....
So bright....
…..
So painful.....
They continue their care for him, watching with bated breath as his fever worsens, his breathing becomes labored. A few shinigami appear. “Ciel.” William pushes up his glases and follows the Little Lord through the manison, stopping outside of That Room. As a group they all enter. The Little Lord last.
Warm today.....
Hearing voices.....
Far away....
So dull.....
He just wants to sleep.....
No more pain.....
Please no more.....
Ciel brushes that piece again, just like the last hundred times he has done so since Sebastian's injury. “When?”
“Soon”
A tear falls, before soaking into the white linens.
He feels him today.....
He looks for his little master, though he knows he won't find him....
“C-Ciel.....”
The first time he's tried to call for him.....

“I'm here, Sebastian.”
“It hurts Master.... It hurts so much...”
“I know, but it's ok now. You don't have to hurt for much longer.”
“Missed you....”
A frown....
“Needed you...”

“Let go Sebastian. It's time to let go.”

“Can't find you, Master..... My Master...”

“I'll be right here. I'll always be right here.”
A kiss on his brow and another tear drops down, landing on a cheek this time.
Eyes flutter softly, imitated by much larger wings.

“Master.....”
He lies down and closes his eyes to sleep.....

A flash of a blade being drawn. A gasp.
Crimson eyes open slowly to look up at his Master.
“You are crying...”
No emotion. No teasing smirk. Just blank dead eyes stating a fact.

The reapers don't understand, his name was in the book but now it is gone. He wasn't judged yet so how....

He sits up and touches his Little Master. A smile.....
A dead Smile....
To go with those dead Eyes.

He sees none of it, just that his Butler is there again....
Smiling at him....
Holding him.....

“What's wrong with him?” The Servants look towards the Reapers.
“The 'Or'. The poison removed all that was tainted, leaving behind a truely pure being. He would be better off dead at this point.”
“Any way to fix him?”
“None that we have found.”

“Sebastian, they told me you would die.” He holds his Little Lord in his arms.

“In a way I am, the Evil in me has died. I am no longer Fallen.”
“Will you still take my soul?”
“Why would I want your soul now, Little one?”
“I don't know.” A meek voice, a long Silence. “Does it still hurt?”
“I.....” He trails off into Silence, his dead gaze on the wall across the room. Ciel looks up and sees him, truly sees him. All the pain and Sadness Locked inside.
“You don't want to be pure again, do you?”
Silence.

“Why would he be better off dead?”
“Because he's not truly there, he's locked within himself watching as his body dances like a puppet.”

“Kiss me Sebastian.” The Angel looks down and smiles again. So wrong. So twisted.
“As you wish my Lord.” He bends down and nips at those soft lips, kissing them.
Arms come up to wrap around his neck and hold him tighter. Fingers twisting into his hair. “I love you, Sebastian.”
He recieves no reply.

They watch as his hands reach up and wrap into his own hair pulling, screaming at the pain inside his head, before falling to the ground with Ciel. Blood seeps from his eyes and he tears at his wings. “MAKE IT STOP! MAKE IT STOP!”

The reapers do what they can to keep him from tearing himself to shreads. He soon slumps in their hold. Bloody tears drip from his face to the white carpet below. “It hurts, it all hurts.” Sobs wrack the now re-purified Angel. Ciel sits up and brushes the tears away.

“Sleep Sebastian, Sleep and feel no pain.” The angel becomes completely deadweight as his body follows the order and sleeps. The Little Lord holds onto that slumbering Angel's face and kisses his brow once more. “When you wake, you'll be free again. A demon in an Angel's guise. Sebastian, I order you to Fall once again.”

“Ciel, most Angel's don't or just bearly survive the fall the first time. A second time and just after he was purified, will kill him.”
“It's not my choice, He will be Sebastian the Fallen Angel or He will be dead. I could see it in his eyes. He does not wish to live as a pure being when he knows the pleasures of being one with Darkness.”

Dark again.....
Still warm......
Not lonely this time.....
My Little Master sits here with me.....
Said I can't be trusted to do things right.....
I believe him......
My Master.....
My Little Master.....

Ciel opens his eyes and looks up at the sleeping Angel, caressing the slowly darkening wings. Stupid Reapers, thinking his Sebastian would die from the fall. Silly Angels would dive straight off the deep end into Darkness, This time would kill Sebastian if Ciel didn't help ease him back into it. He took to it just like getting reaquianted with an old friend.

I feel much better...
More like myself...
As I once was.....
Although I won't be the same.....
The purifying process has muddled my mind a bit....
I daresay I remind others of the Undertaker when it is a bad day....
But I have my Master.....
My Little Master......
He protects what's left of me.....
While I protect him.....

The aftermath of Sebastian's “Protection” requires a bath and the burning of what's left of the body, and perhaps the burning of their clothing. No matter, clothing can be replaced, what they lost of Sebastian's mind on the other hand.....

At night they're lovers in a sense, though most would run from the sight. It was more like the mating of a wild beast and it's victim, than any form of love. But Ciel sees the Love in Sabastian's eyes even if he doesn't know how to show it physically, maybe it's time for Ciel to be the tutor.

During the day they tried to let other's run the house and fill the role of butler... He saw it as he was incapable to do his job. They all ended up torn to shreads. Tired of hiding bodies and the police looking for why his butler's go missing, he let's Sebastian carry on as the Head butler.

Centuries past and He seemed to get worse at first, beginning to loose what was left of his sanity, but as long as Ciel was near he was fine to a point. He seemed to become lost at the idea of time moving forward, and not even Ciel could fix that. Upgrades to the manor were overlooked like they never existed, heating was installed but he still lit the fireplaces in the winter. Running and heated water were ignored in favor of lugging buckets of boiled and cold water back and forth for bath time. Servants came and went as the years flew by and they past away, but he still called them by Mey-rin, Bardroy, and Finnian, even if that was their name or not. He was stuck in the 19^th century, and Ciel let him stay there since when anyone tried to confront him about it he would breakdown into a panic attack and destroy anything in sight unless it was Ciel.

He would Never hurt his Precious Master......

His little Master....
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